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Fright calls me from beyond |
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By the lip of a faceless man |
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I'm waiting to glide his voice to my |
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Neverending dark |
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To feel my body |
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As the icy wind touches |
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The memories of ancient ones, |
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The memories of heroes |
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Which were redused to ashes under the fullmoon |
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I fly towards you |
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I feel the dying grasp |
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Of your untouched heat |
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I'm waiting for her voice to show a sign, |
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The way as the picture of eternal fire and power |
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To shine my light, because it is |
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I I fly towards you |
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I'm waiting for your comfort |
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In the path of the far voice |
